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The shows will all be reruns. No one will change the sheets. Micheal Jackson will beat Elvis out of the all-time number one spot. The magazines will be made of Pictures and pictures of pictures. We will continue to fill out our calendars But the scratchngs will get harder and harder to make out. We will forget just who we were calling. Waiters wrapped in dusty ragged jackets Will serve us other people's lunches, But we won't mind. Our minds will wander, But it won't matter. At the end of the world We will all read the same book And smile because we might as well smile. We will continue to exchange Christmas cards. Conversations are shorter At the end of the world. When we know what we will say, So never say it. And you will mean to write that letter. And I to fax you my regards. And we will dance each night at 8:13 p.m. And I shall not love you. And there will always be coffee At the end of the World |
Copyright 1989 Andrew Wells.
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